Why rest in peace

“Rest in Peace?’ Why that phrase? That’s the most ridiculous phrase I’ve ever heard! You die, and they say ‘Rest in Peace!’ …Why would one need to ‘rest’ when they’re dead?! I spent thousands of years of world history resting. While Agamemnon was leading his ships to Troy, I was resting. While Ovid was seducing women at the chariot races, I was resting. While Jeanne d’Arc was hallucinating, I was resting. I wait until airplanes are scuttling across the sky to burst out onto the scene, and I’m only going to be here for a short while, so when I die, I certainly won’t need to rest again! Not while more adventures of the same kind are going on.” ― Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy

No one got forever

“You could lose the ones you loved in the blink of an eye—and he was willing to bet, when it happened, you weren’t thinking about all the reasons that could have kept you apart. You thought of all the reasons that kept you together. And, no doubt, how you wished you’d had more time. Even if you’d had centuries… When you were young, you thought time was a burden, something to be discharged as fast as possible so you could be grown-up. But it was such a bait-n-switch—when you were an adult, you came to realize that minutes and hours were the single most precious thing you had. No one got forever. And it was a fucking crime to waste what you were given.” ― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“I totally carpe-d the snot out of this diem!” ― Jerry Scott

Can I give up

Where am I suppose to go and what am I suppose to do. I'm tired of running and even more of giving up. Then standing back on my feet. Lessons are never learned and I'm just following shadows that melt away the second I turn around. I'm blown away to the sky. I fly by everything I never cared for. However, it has created me to this massive monster of distraction. What do I want and where do I want to go. I'm lost. Just want the truth and no more lies. The bitter taste of your words watered by my tears have grown into a malicious voice of hate spinning now turning inside my head. The only place where hate and the volume of your betrayal can lay. Bc where my heart use to be is bounded by fear, ashamed hope, courageous faith and stupidity. Where should I be and what should I do. Advice can lighten the weight to seek truth through a dark tunnel but a game plan based on support and new beginnings allows the soul to trip and kill the strength in knees. Tumbling once again. And where do we find the answers again. Where is a permanent destination and location to rest and begin my life.